My friend allowed me to use her account since I have no account, it was her cousin's but her cousin has stopped writing. So this is why the story isn't based during the Marauders time.

Enjoy.

She sinks through the air, hands extending, grasping empty air, she collides with branches of trees, scraping against the bends of the trees and rolling off the branches until she crashes into a shrub bearing berries.

A reptile like hiss escapes her lips from the impact.

Her eyes creak open only to be burned by the cruel sun's minions, its rays, and her head pounds.

"Is she breathing?" someone asks, her eyes tear open to search for the speaker only to close because of the sun's cruelty. She wills her hands to seek out the intruder but pure weight prevents her.

"She is but… where is she from?" one asks, this stuns her and paralyzes her with fear. Where did she come from? Where was she? Who were these people?

"More importantly, who is she?"

Suddenly she is sucked into a black hole and her entire being becomes consumed by silence.

Flashes start to flicker by, flashes of people, buildings, scenery and loving grey eyes appears in her mind sight but they are blurred by her incoherent mind. Sound beings to play, it reaches one ear and barely reaches the other. Voices, one voice in particular draws her attention, the warmth and love in that one source of sound fills her heart with longing.

"Reo"

"Reo"

"Reo" echoes in her mind, her subconscious latches onto it and she solely focuses on it.

Golden light greets her eyes kindly; the sun apologetically blesses her skin with warmth, warmth that the blankets she is cocooned with in lack the ability to give.

"Reo" she barely croaks out dryly, her tongue feels like sandpaper in her mouth and her throat is no better.

"My name is Reo" she whispers once more and her eyes find warm caramel eyes, ones as rich as honey but a deep caramel colour.

"My name is Hermione Granger, you have just been in a serious accident but you must remain calm Reo. I-"

"Mummy, is that you?" she whispers hopefully, her eyes shrewdly analyse the woman in front of her. The warm, kind caramel brown eyes, the thick, curly, and wavy golden brown mane, and the dimple on each cheek, how could she have not noticed before?

"Mummy" she exclaims, she struggles in her blanket prison before escaping. Her arms encasing her in a hug, one she desperately needed.

Hermione blanches in surprise, stuttering slightly before awkwardly embracing the strange child. The child bears no resemblance to her apart from the uncanny similarity in their nose shape, skin colour, both attaining a natural golden tan, and their mane of hair except the child's hair appears to be tame. Actually the child's hair is a better version, the waves and curls more refined. Other than that the child's stormy grey/blue eyes and light blonde hair weren't features possible to attain from her at all, not even from her partner Ron.

"You have a kid, Granger?" a voice filled with shock gains her attention, the person snorts before chuckling with mirth, "Gryffindor princess abandoned a child at birth and child falls from sky one day. Family reunited, what happened? Was the measly weasel unable to afford a child?" Her eye twitches in annoyance while the child continues to cling to her.

The person walks forward, peering curiously at the child and with enthusiasm the child cries out, "Daddy." The man with grey eyes jaw drops and he starts to splutters incoherently.

"It seems that we apparently have a child… Malfoy, can you stop being dramatic and stop lying on the floor. I know you didn't faint, you're such a drama queen."

"I need a drink."

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